This is a song about "Left"

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

Take the exit, the nearest left

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

That was good shit, is there any left

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Right now using my left brain

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Friend after friend left me

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Your father left you for another

I’ll never use a rubber

And i'm left for the corrections,

I never fit in with them light skins

Carol city or was it the west

Take away what ever's left